Karma Rosenberg Dped in Corset Stockings and High Heels

The word was out about a Carmen living in Redspring that had been molested by a sellsword named Brook and had responded with such a powerful kick that the poor man had to be shipped by wagon to the nearest temple for recovery. Sounded like it could be the right Carmen. Another cold drop of water somehow managed to get below my heavy cloak. My ill fitting armor made it hard to get the cloak to close properly. I suppressed my shudder as I thought of the mess I would be in when I reached the little village. Lone blond warrior woman on the road with over sized swords always attract attention. If their armor does not fit then it gets utter worse. Men get so ugly ideas when they see a girl that perhaps might not be up to defend her honor. That I have a very good reason for being armed in non matching armor helps little when I can not reveal the reason without ending in an even worse mess. I suppose you wonder about the reason why I would trust my life to be protected by an armor that does not fit. Let us for the moment settle with that my earlier armor had an accident and I took what I could find. A more important question is why I am looking for Carmen Elisa. Why would I be on the road searching for her for so many years. The simple answer is that she need to die plain and simple. I don't know if Carmen knows I am on her trail, I suppose she might think I hold a grudge after she seduced my fiancé and convinced him to run away from our wedding. I don't think she expect me to come and kill her for that. Actually that would be correct, I would not bother to kill someone that did me the favor of revealing that my fiancé was a big mistake. I can understand why he had mixed feelings about to marry a noble lady like me, the idea to be number two in the relationship did not taste well to him. Still it shames me that I could not see that he lacked the courage of taking the step and he was too much coward to even tell me. Anyway I might despise Carmen or perhaps even hate her for what happened, but that is hardly worth spending years to look for her. To sum it up; this is not about revenge for her stealing my man five years ago. The reason she threesome need to die is not that I am heartbroken. It's more like either she or myself will be sent to hell and I very much prefer it to be her. I must say that to call Redspring a village must be a an insult to lots of villages out there. Twenty something of cottages do surround the single two floor building at the center. It beats me why the king decided this desolate place would need to have a Royal Inn. Not that I complained, no tax collector has managed to empty my purse for years so it is not my money paying for the folly of having the Inn in the little village of Redspring. It would be nice to not have to sleep in some hayloft a rainy night like this. No, I don't mean that I have slain any tax collectors, bitch at least I did not kill anyone because I knew him or her to be a tax collector. On the other hand you don't stop and ask what their occupation is when somebody tries to kill you, if you get what I mean. The lack of paid taxes is more like I have been on the road for years with no official income. Thinking about it like that I might eventually have some hard explaining to do if tits I ever run into a tax collector. How would I explain what money I have been living on these years, or even worse how I managed to assemble a fortune while on the road? I hear Brunette the king put a tax on prostitution now so that explanation will not fly either. That would be worry to be saved for another time since I by now had arrived to the Redspring village. As I approached the Inn I suddenly felt the giant sword attached on my back, rattle in the scabbard. I gave the sword handle a good stare. It stopped rattling when I looked at it. Like always it felt awkward looking at the handle, nobody could look at it and not wonder if the blacksmith was not perhaps thinking on completely different things than combat when he fashioned the long handle. If the blacksmith was out for compensating for his own size he must really been in the miserable category when it came to sex life because the big size of the dildo handle was extreme. Luckily the handle put off many people from trying to steal the sword. Looking down at Dee I realized that it wasn’t possible for anything to happen right then so I turned with a hopeful eye to Aunt Sheen and was surprised. Thursday arrived, and the b*****rs were not happy in giving up an big evening to sit around with some old broad talking about college classes and degrees. I made Nellie promise to phone us tits tomorrow evening to tell us how their day had gone. As I pass by this time bitch with Daisy, she seems to show some notice. And Pinky by her actions, welcomed Gwen back but let her know that she would be splitting her time with Mabel, too. “Um… Thanks?” Megan said, confused. Alex had even masturbated less than what she thought her friends did. Smiling she thought yeah, only threesome a small part of the time he was a rare above average male after all. “DENICE!” And the smell! Emma squirted all over my crotch as I continued fucking her. Warrick was thrilled that he was going to rub all over Elsie’s bare skin. Shall I do it here?” His name was Mr. Savage. She could feel him close to her pussy as he knelt between her legs to tie the ropes around her ankles and Brunette silently yearned for any contact from him on or in her pussy.